This is a song about "Trill gods"

But, who is to blame when we let them in on everything

My own gods say i'm deceiving. my heart isn't cold, its freezing.

This evil place is gods biggest disgrace.

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

Doomed by gods stupidity

I'mma drop you off home quickly

Then put it into sex drive

Talkin bout that trill life

We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young

Gods of cold like we eatin ambrosian,

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Youre a cornball who claims to be among gods

Cuz anybody bitin' the gods' a year late

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

So you better fight right for gods sake.

Rae took on the date with the purple tape